So beautiful was our love, that when people saw us walking past, we were love and art in person. By Anastasia Trusova on Instagram.
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So beautiful was our love, that when people saw us walking past, we were love and art in person. By Anastasia Trusova on Instagram.
When the Night Falls -  Miren Asiain Lora
Spanish, b. 1988 -
pencil and acrylic , 12 x 16 in.    30,3 x 40,5 cm.
"i loved my friend" by langston hughes // on earth we're briefly gorgeous, written by ocean vuong // scott street by phoebe bridgers // unknown painting // "the worm king's lullaby" from war of the foxes by richard siken // only friends by wallows // hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo // wish you were here by pink floyd // ghost photograph by angela deane // "thanksgiving 2006" from night sky with exit wounds by ocean vuong // dear friend by dayglow // the night we met by lord huron and phoebe bridgers // the archer by taylor swift // my buddy by chet baker // ghosting by txt // fading by flatsound // miserable lie by the smiths // bad friend by rina sawayama // haunted by dean gioia // hour of the wolf by surf curse
âRomance of the Heavensâ tobacco cards (c.1930âs)
Gustave DorĂ©, Rosa Celeste (Dante and Beatrice gazing upon the highest Heaven, from Danteâs Divine Comedy).
Your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible. He confers with the doctors at your kitchen table and tells you to eat your clots, round as peas. You want dessert. You want to deceive him, but he, like you, has eyes, and uses them.
Leila Chatti, from âPortrait of the Illness as Nightmareâ
let me relax. i will comment later
â Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by C. F. MacIntyre, from Duino Elegies; âThe Second Elegy,â
[text id: "Every angel is terrible. And yet, alas, / I welcome you, / knowing about you." /end id]
Virginia Gothic
-Youâve been driving on this road for so many hours that your destination has become lost in the depths of your mind. It is nighttime. The taillights of the other drivers dwindle away until thereâs only you. Itâs only ever been you. Warning signs are the only thing you can make out in the darkness. One by one the symbols become a jumble of arrows. Point A to Point B. This shouldnât be taking so long.
-The local farmerâs market offers an all you can pick deal at their strawberry patch. Youâve been filling your basket for hours. Somehow itâs still empty. The sign out front says that the market is âopen year round.â This will be the first and last time you ever see it.
-The church pastor wears a smile as stiff as the collar of his shirt. He talks proudly of his wife. Youâve never seen her. Nobody has ever seen her. His hands are sweaty as you go to shake them. You decide to switch churches after that. The rest of the ones you visit are identical to the last.
-Billboards in your town advertise the newest and hottest products on the market. Colored television sets, microwaves, frozen entrees, with such dazzling slogans like, âTry it once and see the difference!â, âSimply the best around!â, âIt canât be beat!â The further into town you go the more aggressive their advertising techniques become. âYou canât escape it! Not once it has begun!â, âIt all ends here!â, âWhy in Godâs name would you ever want to leave?â
-It was snowing this morning. It is 82 degrees outside now. It is still snowing. The National Weather Service issued a severe storm warning for your county an hour ago. The alarm is still going off, harsh and blaring, but also repetitive, predictable. You find it comforting.
-There is a old stop on the side of the road that sells soft-serve ice cream. You order vanilla on a waffle cone and ask the cashier for the total. She is a small, greying old woman. Her face splits open in a smile. âNo price, dear,â she says. There is a soft droning in the air. You take the cone to eat under the awning. When you look down it is swarming with wasps.
Virginia Woolf â Orlando: A Biography
sometimes thereâs a big hole in your soul and thatâs just the way it is and you have to fill it up with songs you love and people who make you feel better and towels in your favorite color and socks that feel just right on your feet and even then sometimes part of you will leak out and other times itâll all gush at once and youâll feel like youâre fighting a losing battle but the fact is every time you flood you just pick up the pieces of all the little good things around you and start laying the bricks over again and yeah itâs too bad thereâs got to be a hole in the first place but thatâs life sometimes you babble and ebb and flow and burst but your soul is part of what keeps the world alive and itâs really just amazing youâre here so donât worry that the sadness never fully goes away Iâm just really glad we exist. the world is full of everyone and Iâm happy that includes us.
Rules of Nature #3